“Any movie you want BabyGirl.” Aiden flops onto the sofa of what he calls the media room.
I don’t think I have ever seen so many movies in one place. On either side of the huge t.v. are bookcases full of DVDs.
Hundreds of titles, some I have never even heard of.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask hoping he will pick one.
How am I supposed to choose one?
I turn to look at Aiden when he doesn’t answer, only to find his eyes raking over my body slowly. He gives me a guilty look when he notices I caught him checking me out.
I can’t help biting my lip at the sexy smirk that crosses his lips.
What has happened to me? It seems like all I want to do lately is be attached to Aiden at the lips.
And when he isn’t kissing me, I wish he was.
I turn back to movies, examining every title until o
